Fri, 2014-03-28 05:00 News Staff
By Renae Brumbaugh
Last weekend, I played in the mud. And it. Was. Fun. I wore my overalls, my old work boots, and my cowgirl hat. My tools were a shovel and a spigot. That dirt was putty in my hands—or my shovel—as I dug hole after hole and planted rose bushes, decorative grasses, and native flowers in my mom’s flower beds. Then came the really fun part: I watered the plants and the dirt and stomped the mud back into place. Some of it even splattered onto my face and clothes, and I was looking rugged.
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